I saw the lake today.
The fescue pushed down toward the water’s edge as
The wind-blown ripples licked at the banks.
The color went from green to blue as the eye
Approached the center.
All was well.

I saw the lake today.
A storm brewing below the surface ignited.
I covered my eyes with horror as
Volcanic rocks broke through the water’s surface.
It was like a rope strung through a bed of coals had sparked.
It was the end.

I saw the lake today.
The winds were whipping the waves into the sandy banks.
The ground was no match for the power of the water until
Suddenly the sand gave way to granite and bone.
Backbone.
All was well.